June 11, 2002 :: 7:09 p.m.
I'm a fountain of sweat in the shape of a girl
Interesting search engine hits today: "girl 'eat shit' picture," "might mouse girl mouse," and "nutzilla." Someone searched for Nutzilla! Weeee! Of course, someone also searched for a picture of a girl eating shit, and that person landed on my page. Ugh. Foul.
So Adam and I went up to Bushkill Falls and hiked our little butts off. For serious, man. There are four trails: green (15 min), yellow (45 min), blue (1 hr 15 min), and red (2 - 2 1/2 hrs). We took the red trail, because it's long and it takes you past all eight waterfalls. It was beautiful, really, but it was fucking hot as the raging depths of hell, too. Somewhere around 95 degrees, I believe. We were both all sweaty and dirty and gross by the time we finished, but it was all right. Afterward, he got a gargantuan soda and I got some ice cream, and then we left. The drive was relatively uneventful. We saw a big truck with some kind of hymn or prayer spray painted all psycho-like on the back. And another truck with a ragged teddy bear tied to the side. Truckers are so scary. My personal encounter with a creepy Russian truck driver aside, I always see trucks with baby dolls and stuffed animals and fake severed limbs strapped to them. I assume the severed limbs are fake, anyway.
I'm supposed to go to Hawk Mountain with Adam (brother) for his birthday tomorrow. However, I am hot, tired, very poor, and outrageously sick of driving, so I think I'm going to ask if he'd mind doing it this Sunday instead. I hope I hope I hope, because if I have to get up and go bust my ass again tomorrow, I will not be a happy camper. Heh. Listen to me complain... don't get me wrong, I love to hike. I really do. But I'm disgustingly out of shape, and two days in a row of hardcore hiking (and Hawk Mountain is harder than Bushkill Falls - I mean, it's a mountain), while it may be lovely and enjoyable in theory, is no good in reality. So that's that. I'm going to make dinner and call him about that. Cheers.
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